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King's Cross, London,
Dudley walked out of the train, holding a suitcase. He landed on the platform, parents either froze at the sight of him, moved away, or smiled in awe. But he paid no heed and helped Hannah and Susan with their luggage, leading the two girls to the side where their guardians would come.
"My Mum's getting remarried soon and she'll be moving to live in America. So I figured I'd clear my old house out, start fresh, build something bigger, safer, proper, cozy, and grand with a big wall around it. Make it feel private, but welcoming too. You know… You two should just come live there with me." Dudley offered, a bit hopeful.
As that came out of nowhere, Susan and Hannah looked at each other for a moment.
"That's… so sudden," Susan muttered. "I'd love to, really. But I don't know if my Aunt will let me."
"And my parents. While they already know the rumors about us three, and likely believe them, they won't let me go. They want me to settle down after Hogwarts with someone," Hannah answered softly, her eyes lowered.
"And is that what you want?" Dudley asked them.
Hannah shook her head. "I want so badly to be with you for as long as you let me."
"Same for me," Susan lazily replied. "Without you around, I'd be stuck in a boring hell."
Dudley chuckled, holding back the urge to kiss them scandalously there. "Then I'll have a word with your aunt and your folks. If you really want me, well… I promise you're not getting rid of me. Ever."
Susan grinned cheekily. Uncaring.
Hannah just smiled awkwardly, fearing how her parents would react. Monogamy was the norm in the current era. While she had come to love this wild side of herself with Susan, and didn't mind Dudley sleeping with others, she knew her parents would.
"Hey, no need to worry," Dudley murmured, squeezing Hannah's shoulder kindly. "Trust me, they'll happily let you come to my place. Might seem a bit strange to others, what we've got, but it's ours. If you're happy, that's all I need."
The two girls held back the urge to squeeze the life out of him with a hug. But right then, their guardians arrived. Dudley made small talk with them, then watched them leave.
Soon enough, he went out and sat down in the armored car, driven by Vanguards. They drove him all the way to his home. But as soon as Dudley entered his house, he let another Vanguard disguise himself as him.
Dudley wore his Mr.X uniform with the mask and apparated away to a safe house and then reached the Ministry of Magic. He had six Vanguards behind him when he appeared in the Ministry's atrium.
"Ah!"
"Vanguards!"
"Oh!"
As Dudley walked, arms behind him like a confident commander, the wizards around him gasped. The Ministry wasn't as crowded, but the Ministry workers had come to work as usual. They all moved out of his way like he was the plague.
But anyone who offered him a greeting, he made sure to gently reply, saying hello and morning greetings.
When he reached the elevators, the occupants quickly moved out to let him use it. It was funny to watch, but he didn't mind it.
Soon, they reached all the way to the top, Basement Level 1, where the Minister for Magic and support staff worked. As Dudley walked out of the elevator, he saw the walls damaged, even the floor was full of marks.
"Must have been a tough battle," he commented.
"It was mostly the leftover Goblins, Mr. X. They went berserk when there was no way out," a Captain answered.
Nodding, Dudley continued his walk as if he'd been there countless times. Nobody dared to stop him. The staff tried to hide from him. And when he reached the Minister's office, the secretary rushed to open the door for him.
He thanked her and walked in.
"Minister."
"Oh, welcome!"
Never thought I'd ever feel good seeing her damn face.
"Please, take a seat, Mr. X. I am the new interim Minister for Magic, Dolores Umbridge. The previous Minister thoroughly explained to me the contract he signed with you. Honestly, it was the only wise decision he ever made."
Dudley nodded and took a seat. She didn't know it was him, Dudley. But he reckoned she'd be even more terrified if she knew.
"The man struck me as unrefined and dull-witted. Nevertheless, I have discharged my obligation. I will accept the balance of the payment and the executed documents for the registration of the Vanguards."
"O-Of course, Mr. X." Dolores opened her drawer and took out two large pages. "This one, so humbly prepared, is the registration, and this is a D&D Bank banker's check for the remaining amount."
The Ministry was always stingy about spending money. But clearly, they didn't want to anger an army of wizards.
Dudley grabbed the two pages and stood up, wasting no time. He extended his hand towards the woman.
Dolores seemed to think carefully. But she shook her hand eventually.
"If the Ministry requires the removal of a Dark Wizard, we stand ready, provided fair recompense," Dudley informed her. "Petty pretenders to power are hardly worth the steep cost."
"I-I'll remember that, my lor—I mean, Mr. X."
Lord? Hah, this bootlicking bitch.
With a last nod, Dudley left the office. He walked the same way down, past the gasping crowd, and left the Ministry entirely. First, the safe house, and then to his home sweet home. It was dinner time by then, so he dismissed the Vanguards to get some alone time.
From the fridge, he grabbed a can of beer, heated some leftover pizza that the disguised Vanguard had ordered for him, and plopped down on the couch with the TV turned on.
Peace, at last.
He took cold sips, a smile constant on his lips. He'd already given the Vanguards money and permission to hold a private party to celebrate their victory. Even given out bonuses. But he couldn't join them, nor tell others of what he'd achieved.
This was the best way to celebrate victory against the Dark Lord. A beer and a pizza.
The next two years at Hogwarts will be so fucking relaxing.
Half an hour later, he finished six slices of pizza all alone, drank two cans of beer, and headed to his bedroom with a final burp. The house was really too big to live alone. And he was planning to make a new one, much bigger and lavish.
Creak!
He opened the door to his bedroom.
"Dudley?"
He froze at the doorframe, staring inside, mouth dry, cock hard, eyes big.
"Hehe, don't look at me like that. I just wanted to celebrate our victory with you and…" Lily J. Potter shyly pursed her lips as she lay naked on the bed on her back, her heavy, swollen tits now bigger, as was her noticeably pregnant belly. Her thick, creamy thighs were parted wide, her cunt inviting him under the light of the bedside lamp. Her long red hair was in a loose braid as usual.
Dudley quickly shut the door and walked to the foot of the bed to watch her. Her body had become slightly fuller now, not fat by any means, just more maternal, ready to bring life to the world. His mouth watered looking at her breasts, realising she was most likely lactating. She was keeping her legs apart, willing, and seeing her needy pussy had his balls jump in joy.
"I thought you'd left for Australia to hide."
"I'm going to, tomorrow morning. I need to feel you near me before I go."
"Too bad." Dudley sighed and removed his t-shirt, then his pants, getting all naked. He crawled onto the bed on his knees and settled between Lily's thick thighs. He probed his erection on her craving entrance. "You'll leave all sore and tired."
Lily laughed throatily like the wonderfully mature woman she was and raised her arms to welcome him. Her face of confidence mixed with need and embarrassment melted her young lover.
"Oooooh! I… missed this!" Lily cooed when he slid right in, all the way until he was on top of her, kissing her lips. She welcomed him with her whole heart as his hips started to piston. She wrapped her full, soft legs around his back, pulling him in harder for each thrust.
It was so taboo, so outrageous. She had often wondered what had become of her. Carrying the child of someone she shouldn't have even kissed. If Petunia were to find out, it'd shatter her. Yet, it was an addiction, a vice. Dudley felt right in every way. She expected no romance or more, but this… the intimacy felt right. Even the life in her womb felt right. After all, she knew his secret.
"Mmmmm—E-Enjoying it? Hm?"
She felt his mouth latch onto her breasts. The sensations were noticeable as he drew her maternal nectar out. It made her feel so arousingly filthy. Seeing his lips stretch over her nipples.
Plap! Plap!
And he gave her heavy, rough, battering poundings. It was just her sixth month, so she felt rather safe with him being rough. She wanted him like that, her own little celebration of Voldemort's fall. Finally, she could relax a little, and it was all because of this big, handsome man between her legs.
"Mmm! Fuck!" Dudley cursed as he looked up at her face, a white streak at the corner of his lips. "You're sweet as hell, Lily."
"Really?" She asked, a brow raised, lips curved in tease. "Let me taste some."
Dudley gawked for a second before drawing a mouthful from her breast and landing a deep, shameless kiss. He pushed it all into her mouth, and she drank. It made goosebumps all over, pushing her over the edge into an orgasm.
"Mmmmm! I am… sweet! Ooooooh, Dudley!"
She came hard on his cunt-stretching cock. The rush it gave her mind almost made her pass out. Once, after waking from that coma, she never thought she'd get this physical with someone again, let alone Dudley.
Now, she felt she'd never stop wanting this from this man. Now, she couldn't imagine not having this. James was gone, and she reckoned he'd want her to be happy. With him so deep inside, his previous work having made her belly swell, she felt happy.
Now, as she looked at his face, she felt she wouldn't mind if he made her womb swell again, and again, even if he chose to keep her full for the rest of her life. Filthy, perhaps disgusting to some, but Lily found her excitement and delight in him. Listening to his grunts as he rutted her made her feel… so needed.
"Dudley…"
"Hm?" Dudley looked at her as he pounded for the last few thrusts.
Lily smiled and caressed his face up close. "Never leave me… please."
She waited for his response with desperation. His frown scared her. But then he smiled.
"Leave? Oh, Lily, you're more addictive than coke. You aren't escaping me… in this fucking… life—gaaah!"
She watched him claw her breasts, both of them with his hands, and drain both her nipples together. Right at that time, he nestled his shaft to the balls and spilled all that lovely batter inside her already bred cunt.
Wrong, so wrong. Yet, to her, so right. Her soft legs wrapped around his hips and kept him grounded in her sore pussy, enjoying that warmth, his throbs, that dribbling cream, while his mouth drained her breasts.
"Mmmmh… You make me… so happy!"
She cooed and climaxed once again just from feeling all his thick cum.
Following that, she said nothing. Her mouth only ever mumbled moans as Dudley made love to her all night. On her hands and knees, against the wall, on the table, in the kitchen as he drank beer and fed her the same with kisses, in the shower, in her mouth. All the way until the sun rose, he had her, even claiming her ass as his final reward.
Finally, in the morning, with the last kiss, she returned home before Harry woke up. Got ready, and left for Australia.
Dudley had prepared everything for her. Even a promise that he'd visit her.
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D&D Headquarters,
Tight pencil skirt, tight white office shirt, hair blonde done silky, red lipstick, black stockings, and heels. Narcissa made herself look as professional as she could while also making it… alluring. She honestly had no plan. After realizing how powerful Dudley truly was, she couldn't process any plans or thoughts.
It felt like being a small bird living in a cage, with puppet strings attached to the bird's body. The world was the cage, and Dudley felt like the master. She wondered if Dudley already knew her thoughts. If his Vanguards were keeping an eye on her. She wondered if even her own thoughts were her own.
She had let him kiss her last time. Let him fondle her bare chest. She had heard him speak of his desire to have her. Now she wondered if it was all false, an act.
Paranoia was a thing that ate people from the inside. She feared she was becoming that.
That day, as Dudley Dursley came to the office and met all the staff, she expected he'd gaze at her breasts, smugly look at her face. But he just smiled, shook her hand, and moved on to meet the rest.
She expected to receive his call, to bring him coffee or some papers. She expected to be pushed down to her knees or bent over the table. He was like the all-powerful god, and she, a nobody, a powerless sheep. There was nothing she had to offer that Dudley didn't have. Being a mother already, just turned forty, she believed even her beauty was pointless. Dudley Dursley had to have prettier women throwing themselves at him. Like that French Veela.
That thought made her wonder why he was even tolerating her. Didn't he hate her? She feared everything. Every hour felt like an endless struggle in that office. She expected Dudley's call to come at any time.
Yet all she saw was executives entering Dudley's office and coming out smiling or laughing. Later, Dudley left with the executives for lunch, while giving the entire office money to have their own party.
She ate nothing. She knew what they were celebrating. She knew the truth. It wasn't the company's performance. It was Dudley's takeover of the entire wizarding Britain.
Soon, the office hours went by. Everyone went home one by one. Shortly, it was just her left on that entire floor, and Dudley Dursley in his office. She expected his call to come.
Click!
"Ah!" She jumped to her feet when she saw Dudley come out instead, his bag slung over his back. "M-Mr. Dursley."
She hated how weak she felt. How she stuttered. This wasn't her. But again, she stood before the uncrowned, secret king.
"What the… what's going on, Narcissa? You look pale. Are you sick?"
"No, Mr. Dursley, just a little tired."
"Then why the hell are you still working? Go home, spend time with Draco or something. Celebrate the grand liberation. No more Death Eaters. No more Dark Lords." He patted her shoulder and walked past her.
Nervous, Narcissa nodded.
"Ah!" Dudley suddenly stopped and turned.
Narcissa flinched and looked up.
"I said last time that I'll take you out. Somewhere nice and warm. Yeah, Mediterranean, didn't I? Hm, let's go next week. I'll plan something out."
Narcissa visibly tensed up, her fingers clawing at her skirt.
Dudley clearly noticed it as he came closer. But then, she saw something opposite of what she expected. In her mind, he was so rich and powerful that he could simply take what he wanted. He needed no permission. He needed no consent. If he wanted her, he could have taken her a thousand times by now, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She knew Lucius would have done it like that if he were in Dudley's place.
Yet, when she looked at his face, all she saw was a sweet, calm smile that nearly melted her worry away.
"It's only a holiday, Narcissa. Just a few days to breathe a little easier, away from all that darkness. Nothing complicated, two rooms, proper meals, perhaps the seaside, long drives, quiet walks. I'm not an animal, or one of those Death Eaters. I won't touch you, unless you want me to, if you're scared of that."
"Why? Why all this?" She broke and asked, her voice trembling. "Y… You don't need to. You're so… powerful."
"And?"
She frowned, almost furious, but her voice trembled. "You can bring half the wizarding world to its knees. Why bother asking me? Doing all this? I know what you want, you said it last time."
"Is that how Lucius was?"
His question stung her. She said nothing.
"So what if I have wealth and power? When I talk and laugh with Edwin, a muggle, do you think I'm scheming? When I meet my friends, do you think I'm plotting?"
Narcissa nodded without realizing and heard him sigh.
"I've no interest in power or wealth for their own sake, Narcissa. They're tools, nothing more, tools to keep those I love safe, to see them happy, and, if it comes to it, to put an end to anyone foolish enough to try to become a Dark Lord."
Narcissa stared at his face to search for the truth. If he was lying.
"Look at me, Narcissa. Am I that fucking scary? I don't have a snake head, just so you know. Even got a nose."
She almost snorted a laugh there, aware of who he was talking about. It scared her how easily he calmed her down. But then she felt his hands land on her shoulders, and that nervousness returned.
"Narcissa Malfoy, I don't find a pureblood or a witch when I see you. I see just a woman, just a human, doing honest work. I know your past has shadows, but I also see the effort you've made to step away from them, and I respect that. Trust doesn't come easily for me, and I can't promise it fully, but you've nothing to fear from me. As for what happened before, the kiss and the rest… that was me being horny, letting impulse get the better of me. If you'd rather it never happen again, then it won't. As for this holiday, think of it as nothing more than a young man showing off his lovely secretary on a peaceful trip, no touching."
She saw him wink and walk away.
And just like that, she found herself relaxed again. It was truly scary how easily she believed him. She wanted to, she had to. He was the uncrowned king, and she was the penniless peasant. He had no reason to scheme against her. She wasn't worth it.
I… I have to stop thinking so much. She told herself and relaxed her shoulders.
"I'll prepare for the vacation, Mr. Dursley."
She saw him wave back with a big smile and shout.
"Hell yeah! Goodnight."
Unconsciously, she smiled at that.
"Goodnight, Mr. Dursley." She murmured softly and returned to her chair with a light smile. "I should buy something special for dinner. Draco will love it."
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